Phineas reached out and caught Rosalind by the back of her designer collar, holding her at arm's length like a misbehaving puppy. She flailed, unable to reach him.
"Well," Phineas smirked. "This is the first time I've seen such a feral child so desperate to find herself a stepmother."
Jasper's face went livid. He stepped forward, his fists clenched.
"Watch your mouth," Jasper warned. "You don't know who you're talking to."
I let out a short, bitter laugh. I moved to stand slightly behind Phineas, aligned with him against them.
"The truth is usually ugly, isn't it, Jasper?" I said.
Before Jasper could respond, the heavy glass doors burst open. The Store Director ran in, breathless and sweating.
He scanned the room frantically. When his eyes landed on the tall man standing near the ve
